Life Lesson #3,079

During those awful years while we were waiting for Jason to find a job, I had a horrible time with impatience. The feeling of wanting something to happen NOW that hadn't happened yet was absolutely all-consuming, and it took me a long time to make my peace with the whole thing. I mentioned to a friend back then(and I think I may have even blogged) that I was trying to embrace the uncertainty because it felt like a very important lesson that I'd have to return to at some point in my life.

It was.

Not to get all theologically reflective up in here, but where's the sin in this impatience? Well, I'll tell you. (Just because I can identify it doesn't mean I have a handle on it yet, but I've at least pinned it with the glass jar.) The sin is that no matter where I am-- in a small/literal physical way, or in a larger/Life's Groovy Trip way-- there is work to be done, and that work is the work He would have me do.

Not all of it is work on, or for, or about me, and the sin is thinking that it should be.

I have two of the world's most impossibly beautiful treasures under my roof right now, and I spend far too much time trying to make it through things. Just make it through lunch time to get to nap time, and then it'll be OK. Just make it through this afternoon and then they'll get in bed and you can continue to ignore the laundry and read or study a little bit. Just make it through pages 40 and 41 of Cars, Trucks, and Things That Go one more time and you can hide it under the bed, redirect to that pile of blocks over there, and escape long enough to make a cup of tea. The whole Prufrockian/Crash Test Dummies/measuring of life in coffee spoons is quite the Debbie Downer way to live a life, but there I am, tapping the excess back into a jar. *sad oboe*

I'm praying now to enjoy this time that I've been given, and it's helping. I'm praying to focus less on myself and more on getting lost in their enthusiasm, and that's helping too. And, as someone once said with simultaneous needle-like precision and frustratingly Yoda-like wisdom, I'm praying to trust the time as it unfolds.


Get over yourself, you must.

I have work to do here, now, and that work is His work. Who knows-- maybe He likes Richard Scarry, too.

Many thanks to fellow blogger Wendy over at The Montana Dailey News for a post that inspired this one. Actually, hers was inspired by someone else. I guess it's just a happy inspiration sandwich.